The Babri-Ram Janmasthan War!!!

Babri-Ram
Jiskisi ka ho naam
Dil par haath rakh lo Aur bolo
Jo bhi ho Allah ya ho Ram 
-Spread togetherness not gatherness-

Well! I’m back…with yet another great issue pertaining to India’s biggest decision...And how could I miss this one? Right?
Anyways coming back to the Verdict of the Babri Masjid-Ram Janmasthan, it has blown off wings on fire after the 30th September.
Now my point here about the 60years of issue is quite simple…”If things don’t work…divide and rule becomes the policy of the wise, which inturn also helps to maintain peace among all”.
I had a brief discussion on 29th about this very issue with my mom on the dining table. And what she told me was even horrifying and left me almost with a question mark that night, until the verdict turned out to be the same decision as I told my mom the previous day. In a broad sense if you figure out the whole scenario as a play you might find this whole issue a bit complicated (atleast I felt it)
We all live in a country like India where people of all castes like Hindu, Christian, Muslims, Sikh, Zoroastrians, etc all live in the society ‘as one’. If a Hindu falls sick a Muslim helps him, if a Christian is hurt in an accident nobody asks him which caste he/she belongs to, for a help. Then why in such a cosmopolitan state is such discrimination being made? I have friends who are Hindu as well as Muslim. I don’t ask them their caste and then be friends with them. And I’m sure no one does such a thing in India.
Infact we all should be proud that the land where the whole issue arises is not just of one sect. Probably India is the only country where this happens, where we never talk in terms of “You & Me” we talk as “We”. Somehow I felt this quite cheesy when I heard the whole fight was for the land. Will a simple decision made change how you and I look at that very land? Now the origin of the land might be where Ram was born but no one can deny that whatever the fact is we all should live as Indian’s. For as I said earlier it’s not about you and me it’s finally about “Us”. Then why even divide the land? Does a Hindu say that a Muslim can’t enter a temple? Or does a Masjid or a Quran say that a Hindu cannot go into the mosque? Then why riots? Why make life miserable? I think the best happiness is not if you get the land named on either Hindu or Muslim but it’s when the two join hands. And trust me, there is simply no happiness greater when your enemy becomes your friend, and not for the fact to defend him but to hug each other and live in harmony.
Infact today I felt that whatever enmity we have with our neighbors and people of other castes we must break this down. And that can start with something as simple as a smile. So smile and spread Love. When we can adapt to western thinking, then this is purely Indian Boss ;)….SIMLE 

The Hunger Strike

Centuries together the Indian education system has gone on a hunger strike. The basic hunger panes have been demolished or rather cut down in the name of donations, infrastructural funds, college requirements or school collections. This has probably brought down the whole education system of India. We Indians are known to have the best of literature writings and scripts; but today if we look back in time and compare ourselves to the today we live in, we stand in absolute no comparison to it.

The actual problem lies in the Hunger to learn. Today if we look at students, their only motto behind studying is the degree and not the actual knowledge that they attain. The basic idea behind having a perfect and a well oraganised education system is to provide the students with the overall knowledge of the subject they study. But most of the students today simply do it to attain a degree for a secured job. They hunger is lost in this bargain. Who really wants to know what lies below the undefined lines…all we want to do is ‘get out of it’…

" What If I was Ajmal Kasab today?"

Finally, not only Mumbai but many people all around the globe have found justice after the decision to hang Kasab has been proposed. For a year and more people have been living with the pain of a loved one, just after a long time to find the man behind the scenes to be hanged.

I may be wrong and also someone with a cynical thought but my views on the entire issue are a bit different. There are certain things that have been playing in my mind since a long time but now as Kasab has finally been declared to be hanged, i too decided to speak on the issue.

My question is...for all those 166 people killed, why is just one man made responsible? Just because he was the only one caught alive from the entire lot who entered Mumbai that horrifying night? Why is all the anger and hatred dumped just on Kasab? Well, I'm not trying to befriend but somehow i do not agree to the whole issue thats happening.

I don't say that Kasab should not be punished under any circumstances but my point is why is the entire blame put on that one person when the actual mastermind and the head of this whole attack is still safe and enjoying life hiding himself at a convenient place?

today as the environment in Mumbai kept their fingers crossed during the judgement, I wonder if this thought ever came up to anyone's mind "What if I was Ajmal Kasab today?"

When a little child in his innocence steals a loaf of bread, being helpless due to poverty, everyone runs behind him, leaving everything behind. No one really thinks of that child's psychology and the pain that the child goes through and why did he ever do such a thing or what led him do it.

Kasab stands as an excellent example to all those who get into criminal doings as the main reason behind it being Poverty. This shows how Poverty over powers all values and consciousness and every important thing in life.

When Kasab's family did not have one time meal, that day no one knew who he was, how did he suffer, what pains he took and through what phase of life did he go through. But today as he is decided to be hanged by the high court , the world is happy about it.

Its really a weird world we are living around in. On one hand where the world rejoices on the birth of a child, today it rejoices on the death sentence of the same child. Time and again we've been repeating that "Criminals are not born they are crated" and so it is in most cases.

We happily and proudly point out our fingers to a criminal saying that "look at him...he's a criminal". But we never think what would we be doing if we were in their place. What if our family had starved to death and year even for a small loaf of bread, what option would we give ourselves?...Death due to poverty or Life with crime? The world will change into a better place only if we start looking at it from the eyes of another human being.

The Love of a Mother...

There was this incident i came across while i was working at Percept India at Lower Parel. It was as usual a rainy day on a lovely evening, i was walking through the tracks and heading towards home through the railway tracks.

On my way I happened to see a few huts; not exactly huts but they were just sheets of cloth supported on a four foot bamboo sticks. And the very sight that caught my attention at this was the baby crying in it. The rains continued to lash and the water started collecting between the tracks. And as i peeped into that little hand build cloth hut my eyes went numb. The water kept dripping from the roof of the cloth sheet and drop by drop from the tree under where this hut was; I seen a lady who was not too old sitting in there with a just born baby in her hands. The baby's eyes were not yet fully open and it was crying out in pain. No clothes to wear, no food to eat, no toys to play, no place to keep...and yet all that the mother had was her gentle lap where she found her baby safe and sound...

The lady was so helpless that anyone who had a sight at it would cry out. That was when i realized how much do i have and how much selfish I am. The mother and the baby both were undernourished and the baby who was skin and bones was been massaged with the dripping water of the roof.

When we were small and young, we demanded, we cried, thew tantrums and all that we could just to get our favorite thing in hand. But this little baby who was still unsound and crying in despair, i wonder what future did the mother see in that little child.

I pray for all those children of a lesser god...for all that i can do i will :) For there is an unconditional Love in a mother that no one can challenge :)

Goa…A paradise on earth.

Goa has a beauty in itself, never the less every place has their pros and cons, but once in Goa means you’ve fallen in love with it, I bet. I’ve been watching this place regularly for the past 21years. Yeah! When I was 2 months old when mom picked me up & brought me here to smell the eternal and breathe taking fragrance of the soil, simply to be under its warmth and love forever. After all it’s my native and how much better can it get in time?

Well, I just enjoyed a short holiday to this paradise. Though not a trip for enjoyment, but for me definitely it was a rejuvenating experience. It was like a break from all the tensions and unnecessary thoughts that followed me in Mumbai. It was like I had left them all alone and packed my bags to Go-Goa. My mind had clustered thoughts all over and to arrange them in perfect order I wanted a mind of my own. What better than Goa?

Finally I feel free now. It is so true that one needs a little break from the usual “Jing Bang” of the outer world. This break has surely helped me.

I might have not been to that wave splashing beaches or the experience of the local “sheth kodi” but my house is a place where I can dwell even if I’m all alone in my 5BHK house. Ever room has a unique beauty and the most important thing in this is I was alone. I realized that being ‘Me’ was so much exciting. Imagine doing everything alone. I felt so independent.

Initially the thought of staying alone in the house at night was something I feared even when mom was besides me in Mumbai. And today I had to be alone, all night, and not only alone in my house but the entire building. Trust me, the first day was fearful. I slept at 4am when it was almost day and I woke up at 6am. Probably the usual habit of being a mama’s girl needed some time to break it. It was day and I completed my sleep in the afternoon. But I still had 3 days to go.

My best friends where there with me, they helped me a lot. Who?? My Laptop and my books. I was an addicted person to Facebook and Orkut, but from the usual 24/7 online status the FB probably might have missed me big time :P but there I am back. Comments, status updates, music, photos, & loads of masti is back.

To conclude, my trip was good. I was happy that after a long time I got my space J

Ladies & Gentlemen...

Ladies and Gentlemen...It sounds better only in speeches. Otherwise they both never get together. I remember how much I hated boys. And probably it was an age where Fun was a very integral part of life. Now a days its difficult to see this...but yes Coming back to the main topic Boys Vs Girls...ohh this war will never end!

Where there always a tiff there has to be a sweet envying and sometimes a Big thunder that goes between the battle of sexes. Today where ever you go there is a WAr..."Ladki ne Ladke ko mara...or else Ladke ne Ladki ko mara" I remember hitting , boxing & kicking boys in school days and people calling me "Choti Gundi" well they still do but just now im a little Girly

but yeah!...The batttle will continue...or else how can we survive :P

The Value Of Time

TIME...well, have you ever sat back and had a look over the watch how it runs?...some times i wonder how perfectly it runs all over without a stop. It never waits for anyone. We humans are so different than a clock. We run, work, sleep, fight and for a clock its like a monotonous on the field job. Just do the same thing everyday...show us the time.

But we all are different..but what we do everyday? We challenge the most perfect thing on the earth..."the Time" Its indeed a challenge when we do something and tell the time i can do it better than you...

All those famous, successful people we see today have done nothing different or something out of the world...all they have done is Challenged TIME :)